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11/19/2015 2:00:06 AM
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"Listen, I'm not going to pretend I give a shit about you. Do you want to stop crying now?"
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*she doesn't stop*
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[b]He kicks her in the side of the head, hoping to shut her the -blam!- up[/b]
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*she stops crying, unconscious*
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[b]He sits in the corner, and pulls a cigar, waiting for a bit, relaxing[/b]
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*she continued being curled up*
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[b]A few hours pass, and she awakens, and JT is asleep on the other half of the room[/b]
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*she starts banging o n the wall, trying to get out*
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[b]As she does, the doors open to reveal the emptiness of space[/b]
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*she starts getting sucked out and she Grabs the floor*
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[b]She stops getting sucked out, and it is revealed its a window[/b]
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*she starts crying again*
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"Jesus, do you ever shit the -blam!- up?"
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*she looks up, tears on her face*
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"Don't give me that look. Seriously, don't, it's hopeless. I dont feel happiness"
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*she just looks back down* [i]I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die[/i] [b]you will unless you kill him[/b] [i]no, please[/i]
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"The hell? I'm not killing you without reason"
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(Both are internal monologues in her shattered head, one of her, one of the demon) [i]stop it[/i] [b]kill him[/b] [i]no....[/i]
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[b]He stares, curious[/b] "You good? Do I need to tap into your thoughts?"
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*she was still tearing up* [i]I don't want to[/i] [b]don't fight me, I want to help you[/b] [i]stop it[/i]
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"That's it, I'm tapping in" [b]Without you knowing, he listens in on the conversation[/b]
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[i]please, don't make me change, I want to live....[/i] [b]look at you, your a broken down train wreck, no one cares about you, only me[/b] [i]please[/i]
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[b]HEY DICKHEAD, WHY DO YOU THINK I HAVENT KILLED HER THESE... WHAT, 4 TIMES I COULDVE? I CARE YOU PIECE OF SHIT[/b]
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[b]look who it is, the piece if sh*t that would love to kill you [/b] [i]no...[/i] *the mind of the conversation showed Corra arms chained to a ceiling, her face looking down. The demon was next to her*
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[b]He approaches[/b] "Then why haven't I killed her yet, hmm?"
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[b]your readying. Looking for that perfect moment[/b] [i]no no no no no[/i] *she had blood all over her*
